#gol
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text


lily of the valley gold ring by TedandMag
287 notes
路
View notes
Text
all my jnd lil guys (so far...)
#jak and daxter#jnd#fanart#my art#lil guys#chibi#chibi art#jak#dark jak#keira#jinx#torn#keira hagai#flutt flutt#erol#gol#maia
84 notes
路
View notes
Text

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader
Summary: Y/N is from Hewn city, expecting to get married to one of the horrible lords there. When a marriage proposal from new High Lord of Autumn himself is delivered, her father is more than happy to sell his daughter. And so Y/N is sent to Autumn Court.
She heard the horrific rumors about her husband-to-be, saw him several times in Hewn city and she doesn't expect him to be any different from males she grew up with.
But what if he isn't so bad as they say?
Status: completed
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XIII
Dividers in this series by @tsunami-of-tears
Taglist: @nocasdatsgay @lalaluch @b0xerdancer @lilah-asteria @talesofadragon @marvelbros-oneshots @acourtofbatboydreams @li0nh34rt @darling006 @coldmermaidhologram @of-outerspace @mybestfriendmademe @melsunshine @rcarbo1 @babypeapoddd @kitsunetori @mollygetssherlockcoffee @littlefantasylover @adventure-awaits13 @elleclairez
Let me know if I forgot someone
#eris fic#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris vanserra#high lord of autumn#high lord eris#autumn court#acotar fic#acotar#sarah j maas#ghost of love#GoL
333 notes
路
View notes
Text
"Long time no see, little hero."
This took a lot of trial and error to get a design I liked, trying to find concept art from the games was a lot more difficult then I had planned. But here he is! My interpretation of Gol if he ever got out of the catacombs.
118 notes
路
View notes
Text
The Rise of Rusted Moon Knight memes



#rwby#jaune arc#ozpin#professor ozpin#team ndgo#cinder fall#god of light#gol#moon knight edited panels
87 notes
路
View notes
Text
I made gol chapatis today馃槶馃like poori gol thi
#lol#desi#desiblr#spilled ink#happy#desi humor#gol#desi household#desi aesthetic#desi tumblr#desi girl#im cryin
197 notes
路
View notes
Text


this was purely self indulgent
#my art#star vs the forces of evil#svstfoe#svtfoe#the owl house#toh#tom the demon#tom lucitor#toh hunter#hunter toh#gol#the golden guard#golden guard#hunter w#hunter wittebane#hunter noceda#hunter clawthorne#hunter d#hunter deamonne
330 notes
路
View notes
Text

Michelle Fairley as Marian Wallace in Gangs of London S3
49 notes
路
View notes
Text



pre-timeskip family of three portrait sketchesss of friend @justscrolling765 's blorbos :>
#owltxtart#one piece#one piece fic#aokiji#kuzan#gol#ann#i've been rotating these characters in my head#goodness i need to draw more this was a lot of fun#need to do more hair studies too tbh#procreate#my art
20 notes
路
View notes
Text
In the past week I've binged the entirety of Camp Cretaceous and I'm 7 episodes into the sequel series Chaos Theory, and I'm gonna say it: Kenji is a dick and the rest of camp fam should let him get eaten by raptors.
"Once my trust is lost it's never regained" says the guy who needed to beg forgiveness for HIS betrayal at least twice.
We're up to, what, the third? fourth? time he's assumed the worst about one of the others' motives on flimsy evidence.
You can take the rich out of the rich boy but he's still a selfish entitled manbaby who only thinks of himself.
27 notes
路
View notes
Text

#futebol#football#gol#palestra italia#avanti palestra#palmeiras#richard#richard rios#rios#colombia#sele莽茫o colombiana#colombiana#treino
54 notes
路
View notes
Text

Part III
Word count: 3900+
Warnings: a lot of anxiety and panic attacks (our reader have a tough time adjusting to the new life), also little smut(ish)
Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears
Part II | Part IV
The morning found you curled up in the ottoman, peacefully sleeping. A knock sounded on the double doors and you jolted up looking around the unfamiliar room. As your brain got rid of the heavy fog of the sleep, all memories of the last day popped out and you sighed heavily. Your gaze fell to the bed and you immediately sat up, eyes wide. The bed was made, no one slept in it. You quickly checked up your body. And apparently you were just as untouched as that bed. You were confused as well as relieved. You didn't聽understand. How was it possible? You and your husband were supposed to do.. something. Did he not come? Or he came in, found you sleeping and left? Angry? And where did he sleep?
Another knock sounded, snapping you out of your thoughts before you started spiraling. You weren't聽sure what to do, so you went and opened the doors a little. Same maids were waiting there and as last night bowed.
"Good morning, my lady. We came to help you to prepare."
"Prepare? For what?"
They looked at each other with raised brows. "For the day, madame," the other one answered.
Blushing you stepped back letting them in and they immediately set to work. Even if they noticed the untouched bed, they didn't聽show any signs nor commented it. While you were getting dressed, servants brought breakfast to that small dinning table you saw last night. You bit on your lower lip when you saw only one plate.
"What about.. my husband?"
"His Lordship has聽already eaten. He woke up early in the morning and currently is at the meeting," one of the maids answered with a light nod to the doors opposite of yours. After that they all left leaving you to eat alone.
You were sitting there, staring at the food while it stared back at you. You had no appetite. Again and again you replayed every minute of the wedding ceremony and the party, looking for any serious mistake you'd聽done. You certainly did something otherwise he would have come last night. You thought that you were on quite good terms with your husband based on the fact that you were secretly holding hands most of the last evening.
This was bad, so bad. It was a catastrophe. Your father had to already know about everything, he always did. He was certainly so furious. You dreaded to meet him. Moreover if your husband decided to send you back, you definitely wouldn't聽live to see another day. Father would kill you right away before you even left this place. He didn't聽need someone as useless as you. There was no way he would forgive you. It wasn't in his nature. High Lord was the highest offer you could get. There was nothing better than that. Your father wouldn't聽accept any lower offer now.
You couldn't聽breathe. Panic gripped your insides, suffocating you. If you were back home, you would crawl to the space between your bed and the wall. It was so narrow that you hardly fitted in, but you felt safe there. You used to spend there even whole night after beating or when you were scared like now, you simply hid there and waited until the feeling faded away.
When walls started to close in on you, you left the food as it was and closed yourself in the bedroom, desperately looking for some corner where you could hide. The room was too spacious, too airy for you. It only made things worse. After searching in vain, you tried the bathroom with the same result and at last the closet. There in the back of the room, you found a narrow dark place between some drawer cabinet and the wall. You squeezed in there and sitting down on the floor pulled your knees to the chest as tightly as you could. Finally you could breathe in a small sip of the air, the pressure on your chest gradually eased. The tears began rolling down your cheeks and you sobbed until at some point you passed out from exhaustion.
"So this is where you've聽been hiding this whole time?"
A deep voice spoke, waking you up. In the distance you heard raindrops drumming on the windows and the air smelled of rain, smoke and apples聽roasted on fire. You didn't聽dare to look up, instead you curled up into yourself even more.
"Everyone out there is looking for you since lunch."
"I'm so sorry," you muttered into your knees.
The male sighed heavily. He seemed to be pissed off. "Can you explain me what in the bottomless depths of the Cauldron you're聽doing here?"
You pressed even harder against the wall, trying to get as far from him as you could. This was it. He had enough of you and there was no witness, so he could freely act upon it.
"I'm so sorry," you sobbed. You knew that no matter what you said, it wouldn't work. It never worked. Yet you couldn't stop apologising, still hoping it could ease the intended punishment.
You heard his footsteps muffled by the carpet as he approached you and got ready.
"I apologise, Y/N" he murmured and his fingers lightly touched your elbow. The smell of smoke was replaced by spicy cinnamon. "I didn't聽mean... I'm not angry at you. I was just worried sick, thinking that... Ah, it doesn't matter." He struggled with his words.
When you didn't聽move, he groaned and continued.
"Maids came to report that you are missing as soon as the meeting was over. They said that you looked pale in the morning and that you didn't聽sleep in the bed nor eat. They thought you went to take a nap. Just imagine how surprised they were when they came to wake you up for lunch and couldn't聽find you."
His fingers traveled聽down your forearm to your hand and gently squeezed it. Iciness of his strict deep voice melted, replaced by warmth and tenderness. "What happened? Why are you hiding here?"
You dared to peek at him. Your husband was crouching in front of you, his amber eyes watching you closely. He really didn't聽seem to be angry, just tired.
"I'm sorry to have caused you worry," you little bit straightened up, still avoiding his eyes.
He gently pulled on your hand. "What happened? You can talk to me. Someone hurt you? Or told you something you didn't like?"
"Are.. are you going to send me back?"
"Nope," Eris chuckled, evidently amused by your silly question. The sound was rich and kind of cute. Your heart did a strange thing. He seemed to be more relaxed than the last night at the party. "Last time I checked on this matter, your father signed that he will never even try to contact you and left with rather a rich reward."
You gaped at him in disbelieve. Your head went completely silent.
"It's true. You will either stay here or call Rhysand to come to pick you up, but you won't go back to your family."
"Thank you, my lord," you smiled genuinely, relief spreading in your chest.
"There you are. Finally smiling," he looked over his shoulder. "I think we should go out and tell everyone that you are fine. I guess they are still looking for you. What do you think?"
You flushed, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry for causing the troubles."
"It's fine," he waved his hand and helped you to stand up. "At least they are finally doing something meaningful."
Eris left you in the sitting room between your bedrooms and went to stop the search. While he was gone, some servants with trays of steaming food marched in and set it on the table. They again prepared only one plate. Disappointed you looked at heavy double doors with carved ornaments that you hadn't noticed before. You still hoped he would come back.
After a moment the door swung open and one of the maids walked in.
"His Lordship聽apologizes, but he had to return to his duties," she announced.
Sad that after all he wouldn't come back, you sat down and let servants serve you the meal. Still having no appetite, you at least ate a bit of every dish of the late lunch that they presented you and when you were done they all left except of that one maid. She sat down on small stool in the corner of the room, took out something from under her apron and started embroidering. Your husband apparently made sure that you weren't left alone again.
For a while you watched her dancing hand with a needle and then you moved to a bench under the window, looking out into the drenched garden half hidden in the mist. Despite all the colours, it was quite a melancholic聽sight yet comforting. It perfectly matched your mood. You watched the colourful flowers and trees until they plunged into darkness.
The dinner went just like the lunch. Servants brought in food and you ate alone. Soon after you were done, other maids came in and ran a bath for you. The other one who spent the afternoon looking after you, meanwhile left. Just as the previous night, they washed you properly, massaged bath oils into your skin and hair, and helped you prepare for the bed. After they were done and cleaned the bathroom, they left.
With heavy heart you took a seat in the very same ottoman and watching the doors, waited. Your bedroom and the sitting room next door were so quiet that you heard the faint ticking of the clock and crackling fire from behind the closed thick doors. Eventually that sounds lulled you to sleep.
Later that night you jolted up, scared by a tremendous crash of thunder. Your heart leaped to your throat. Since you were child, you were scared of storms, its wild sounds echoed through the stone halls even deep under the mountain. However, it was nothing compared to this.
Another thunder rumbled through the sky. You jumped up with a small scream, pressing against the wall on the opposite聽side of the room, covering your ears with hands. You started pacing back and forth, your body trembled. Opening door of the closet you ran to your new-found聽safe place, hoping you could weather the storm there, but the sounds of thunder followed you even there.
A particularly bright bolt of lightening crossed the sky, closely followed by sound so strong that the walls shook. That was the last straw and you fled to the sitting room and to the double doors on the opposite side. You hesitated with a hand only inches from the smooth surface of the oak door. Another thunder rumbled around you and your hand met the cold surface before you could change your mind.
Surprisingly, the doors opened right away as if he waited with hand on doorknob. Your husband stood there with messy red hair that had a copper hue in the light of the fire from the hearth. Shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, he blinked down at you with sleepy eyes. If you weren't聽so scared, you would stop to take a proper look and blush fiercely.
However, thunder struck聽again and you leaped to his arms, hiding聽your face at his muscular chest, your hands looking for something to grip on.
"What..?" he grumbled and stepped back, eyes widely open. His big hands landed on your shoulders, trying to push you away.
The lightning bolt enlightened聽the room, all decorations rattled and you cried out, clinging聽to him with arms wrapped around his waist. His brows raised in shock.
The beats of his heart under your face grew stronger and louder than the storm and you opened your eyes sharply, suddenly realizing what you were doing. Your breasts were pressed against his stomach. There was no way he didn't聽feel them through the thin material of your nightgown. You didn't聽even want to think about it. With bowed head and gaze focused on the floor you retreated a few steps back, blushing and thanking the Mother that the lights were turned off.
"I'm so-sorry, my lord, I didn't-" your sentence ended with a scream as decorations in the room rattled again.
"You are scared. Of the storm," he stated baffled. Only then his sight fell to your chest and everything bellow it and his cheeks turned pink. He held his breath.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, my lord," you said much calmer than you really felt, still looking at his bare feet.
"No, it's fine." He cleared his throat looking somewhere above your head.
With another too loud thunder you ducked with hands on your ears. Eris stepped closer, arms stretched to you, but then he changed his mind and let them fall back to his sides.
"Ehm.. What should we do?" he muttered under his nose.
"Do-do you want to come in?" he offered gesturing to his room.
"I-I think I could."
He stepped aside, making space for you. Without touching him again you slipped in. His room was just like yours, everything, including even the colours of sheets, was the same. The only difference was that instead of the vanity there was a desk in the corner. Left side of the bed was a mess, the rest was untouched. No personal stuff, favourite paintings, nothing.
Eris watched you with interest as your eyes wandered around his bedroom. Seeing you scantily clad in his private room where he didn't even allow the servants to come clean, was doing something with him. He shook head, exhaling heavily through nose.
"Sit down," he waved to the ottomans. Meanwhile he touched a teapot on the coffee table. It took only a minute and small puffs of steam began to rise from it. He filled one mug and handed it to you. Then he sat in the other one with own cup of tea in hand.
You looked at the windows, wondering whether the storm was already over, because it had been quiet for quite some time. How surprised you were to see the lightening flashing behind the curtains.
"It's just magic. I'm quite light sleeper and don't want to be disturbed," he explained with a small smile.
You lowered your eyes guilty and squeezed the mug. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you, my-"
"Eris," he interrupted you with narrowed eyes and tilted head to the side. One of his brows raised up. "You keep calling me 'my lord'. But we are married couple now and I'm not your...owner." He grimaced at the word. "Call me just Eris. And as I said before, it's fine."
You nodded and sipped the warm tea. You both fell silent unsure of what to say.
The realisation that it's night and you were alone with your husband in the room with bed, hit you suddenly and your heartbeat speeded up. You fought with your feelings and the urgent need to take a look at him, a proper look, until you couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to get to know him better. Out of all the males you'd ever met, he was the least scary one and the fact that despite everything, he hadn't tried to hurt yet, encouraged you.
You started with his hands. Shyly you looked up at his long, elegant fingers embracing the cup. You quite liked them, their shape and how they felt on your skin. You didn't even need to focus to recall the feeling when they were entwined with yours. Your gaze of its own accord moved up the strong cords of muscles to nicely sculpted biceps.
The bedroom was rather dark, only one small light was on on the bedside table. Yet it provided enough light for you to involuntarily notice small freckles on his shoulders. There were dozens of them and you caught yourself thinking that you would like to try to count them. Your cheeks heated once again, but it didn't stop you.
Next your gaze shifted to the largest display of thoroughly shaped flesh and tight skin, to his chest. You knew nothing about these things, yet you had to admit that it was very nice chest. Even just simply looking from the distance, did funny things with your body and you felt tingling in your lower belly. If you remembered it correctly, his skin felt smooth and hot under your face, his flesh soft and firm at the same time. Dusted with a few lovely freckles, it rose and fell with quite rapid breaths.
Eris wasn't bulky, rather lean, but still so strong. A warrior.
You wanted to continue down to his stomach where you noticed a lot of interesting looking shadows you'd like to study closely, but it felt inappropriate. Not that what you were doing right now wasn't, but you couldn't stop yourself. You were always scared to properly look at people, to see them and the details of their faces. With your husband it was different, as if something was calling you, inviting you to take a look.
Wanting to see his handsome face again, to explore it and commit it to your memory, your eyes traveled聽up over the column of his neck to his chin. His Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed, arteries pulsed in wild rhythm that matched yours.
He was perfectly shaved, there didn't seem to be a single hair left out on his face. His lips in a nice shade of pink were full, the lower lip fuller than the upper one, and slightly parted. You knew that they not only seemed to be but really were soft. You still could feel their touch on yours and to be honest, you'd like to taste them again. Did they still taste of honey and alcohol or could you taste herbs now? You'd really like to get the answer. His lips quirked into a boyish grin and stayed like that.
Your gaze skimmed over freckles on his high cheeks and straight nose. Damn, you wanted to count them so badly now. Would you ever get a chance to try it? At least once and you'd never ask for more.
Lost in that beauty and your imagination, your gaze wandered to his eyes partly hidden under slightly furrowed arches of brows,聽and their colour immediately caught your attention. They seemed to shine in the dimly lit room, flames dancing in them. His gaze bore into you with such intensity that you felt wetness gathering between your legs. You turned into a panting mess, suddenly feeling uncomfortably聽hot in your own skin.
"What are you doing?" His deep, hoarse voice snapped you from trans and you blinked.
While you were admiring him, the air in the room grew thicker, strong scents middling together.
"I-.." You didn't know what to say, mouth completely dry, too ashamed of your shameless behaviour. You shouldn't behave like this, it didn't suit a lady.
His grin widened. "Do you like what you see?" your husband teased you.
"I-.." you shifted uncomfortably, your eyes moved to his lips, then to his chest and back up to those marvellous聽eyes.
"You what, Y/N? You can be honest with me."
You inhaled sharply, your face flushed with even more shame. "Yes, I like it, m-"
"Tsk tsk tsk. I think I told you to call me by my name."
"I like it, Eris," you murmured.
His eyes closed briefly and he exhaled deeply, making a strange noise. It sounded like a growl.
"Say it again. My name," he specified when you gave him questioning look.
You hesitated for a moment. There was something about him that made your pulse skyrocket. He was dangerous predator, able to kill with a single thought, but strangely, you wouldn't mind to be his prey. You didn't know him at all, yet you felt a connection between the two of you. And you longed to explore it more, to see what he was capable of.
"Eris," you whispered into silence between you.
Frowning with closed eyes he made the same noise. One second he was sitting in ottoman with mug in hand, the next one both mugs were left on the table and he was kneeling next to you. Even on his knees he was so tall that his eyes were level with yours. Those long fingers that fascinated you moments ago, found yours, entwining with them while his fiery eyes burned your body and soul in the most pleasant way. Room felt so hot suddenly that you had the urge to open the windows, get rid of any clothing you had on you and expose your bare skin to a cooling rain.
"Y/N," he groaned, his gaze slowly fell to your lips.
You were so attracted to him that it had to be result of some kind of spell. Not having enough strength to resist it anymore, you gave in. Still longing to taste his full lips you leaned in slightly. His eyes returned to yours, searching. Whatever he saw, it seemed to work. His softness brushed over your lips, tenderly pulling them into a kiss.
His lips were just like you remembered them, soft and sturdy at the same time, tasting like honey and tea he drank. You wondered where that sweet taste came from because there was no jar of honey in this room nor the tea was sweet. Deciding it had to be taste of him, you moaned.
Your lips parted briefly, but he was fast. His tongue slipped in with ease, hungrily exploring your mouth. You gasped at the new sensation. Everything was new to you. You were taught some theoretical basics, but never practised聽them.
His body pushed against yours until you were almost lying, hands on the back of your head and your waist navigating you. Thin material of you nightgown presented no barrier between your bodies. You felt him everywhere, but it wasn't enough. You needed more.
You reached for him, needing to feel his hot skin. As soon as the tips of your fingers lightly brushed over his shoulder, he abruptly pushed away, breaking the kiss.
He backed to the center of the room, hands running through thick red strands. All the warmth left together with him and you were left trembling, confused and lonely without his closeness.
Both of you were heaving heavily. He averted his fiery eyes, hand reaching for a handle. As if instantly remembering something, his hand dropped to his side.
"We should go to sleep. It's late. I have a lot of work to do, so I have to get up early."
Shirt appeared in his hands and he quickly put it on. "You can sleep here tonight."
Without looking at you again he climbed to the bed, waiting for you. You were desperately needing time to compose yourself, to understand what just happened, why your body betrayed you and reacted the way it did, but you couldn't keep him waiting. You slipped under the covers on the other side, lying on your back stiffly like a board.
Eris turned off the light, mirroring you. You were sure you wouldn't be able to even close your eyes with him so close. You were just laying there, nervously gazing at ceiling.
In the darkness his hand found yours, gently squeezing it. Within seconds pleasant warmth spread into your body and your eyelids grew heavy. Just before you slipped into a realm of dreams, Eris turned to his side, facing you and whispered lowly.
"Good night, love."
#ghost of love#gol#eris fanfic#eris vanserra#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris vandaddy#eris fic#eris x you#acotar#eris acosf#acosf#sarah j maas#acotar fanfiction
186 notes
路
View notes
Text
You can really tell which one I like more than the other.
36 notes
路
View notes
Text
Moon Knight!Jaune memes aremy new addiction (help)







#rwby#jaune arc#ruby rose#cardin winchester#GOL#nora valkyrie#rwby shitpost#moon knight edited panels#punisher#thor#I'm addicted to this memes#help
55 notes
路
View notes
Text

Pedri
28 notes
路
View notes